Man, unlike any other thing organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments.
Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.
It doesn`t matter that Cathy was what I have called a monster. Perhaps we can`t understand Cathy, but on the other hand we are capable of many things in all directions, of great virtues and great sins. And who in his mind has not probed the black water?
In the hearts and minds of the people, the grapes of wrath were growing heavy for the vintage.
I hate cameras. They are so much more sure than I am about everything.
It would be absurd if we did not understand both angels and devils, since we invented them.
No one wants advice, only collaboration.
Man is the only kind of varmint who sets his own trap, baits it, then steps on it.
I know this--a man got to do what he got to do.
All war is a symptom of man`s failure as a thinking animal.
As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.